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Chapter 90 Kingpin's Dream

"Chief, what are you saying?"

Coulson said he couldn't understand Xia Ling's meaning at all. He knew all the individual words, but when they were put together, he couldn't understand them.

Graduation internship my ass! We've been wearing tight-fitting clothes for so many years, what kind of internship is this?

"It's nothing, don't you think they're very enthusiastic about their work right now?"

Upon hearing this, Coulson recalled Hawkeye's actions and nodded silently.

"But Chief, don't you think this is strange? Could they be possessed by an evil spirit?"

Coulson said this with some concern, but Xia Ling thought he was worrying unnecessarily. Even if we don't mention those gods and demons in secret, they are all just his disguises.

On the surface, he is recognized by you people as a prophet. Although he himself has not admitted it, what are you afraid of in front of a prophet?

"It's not that exaggerated. I guess some kind person enlightened them. I think their current work performance is quite good."

A kind-hearted person enlightened you? You call that a kind-hearted person?

Coulson's lips twitched, but since the chief had labeled the man as a kind-hearted person, then so be it.

I'm just a wage earner, with little influence or power.

"So, Chief, should we observe their behavior further to ensure this change is positive and won't adversely affect the mission?"

After thinking it over, Coulson decided to make the suggestion to Xia Ling. Otherwise, he would feel guilty taking such a high salary for nothing.

"There's no need to observe their behavior. Even if the sky falls, I'll still hold it up, won't I?"

You don't need to worry about this. Instead of focusing on it, you'd be better off helping me with some documents.

As Xia Ling pointed, Coulson saw the mountain of documents.

Coulson's expression instantly became complicated. He looked at the pile of documents that almost submerged his desk and couldn't help but let out a wail in his heart.

But as a professional agent, he quickly composed himself and nodded seriously.

"Yes, Director, I will prioritize processing these documents."

I don't know if I'll be able to receive two salaries.

Coulson muttered to himself, a bitter smile playing on his lips, as he steeled himself and walked toward the pile of documents, pondering how to complete the task more efficiently.

Looks like I'll have to work overtime again tonight.

Coulson muttered to himself, "The chief is right. He is Yahweh's messenger. What can't he handle?"

With the bureau chief in charge, surely no monsters or demons will sneak in?

Thinking of this, Coulson unconsciously scratched his head, only to find that a bald patch was about to appear on his head.

One day, I will definitely save up enough money and then retire early, just like the original Hawkeye!

"Coulson, I almost forgot, there's still a bunch here. You can handle it."

".good."

As night fell in New York City, the skyline was torn apart by unusual lightning, foreshadowing an unprecedented catastrophe.

With a deafening roar, Banner's massive body burst forth from a hidden corner, like a mountain collapsing, causing the ground to tremble.

His every step shattered the streets, leaving deep cracks and collapsing buildings.

The surrounding vehicles were easily overturned like toys, and flames and smoke quickly spread, turning the night sky an ominous orange-red.

Banner's eyes gleamed with a beastly red light as he swung his enormous fists, wantonly destroying everything in his path.

The glass curtain walls of skyscrapers shattered under his force, and fragments fell like raindrops, breaking the silence of the night and cutting the skin of innocent people.

People on the streets panicked and screamed as they scattered and fled, but they could not escape the effects of this catastrophe.

Banner's fierce gaze suddenly fell on a certain spot, and Kingpin was immediately awakened and sat up, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, his chest heaving violently as he tried to calm his breathing, which had been disordered by the nightmare.

He looked around, and the luxurious decorations and quiet environment told him that this was just a dream, a terrifying dream.

He was about to reach up and wipe the cold sweat from his forehead when he realized he was holding the Book of Destiny in his hand.

"Lord of Changes, do you mean I should unleash that beast Banner?"

Kingpin muttered to himself. He had been studying the Codex of Destiny for the past few days, but he didn't recognize a single word in it.

He also remembered that he was so tired that he took a nap after lunch, and he didn't take the book with him before he went to sleep.

But now, upon waking up, the book is in my hands, in addition to the nightmare I just had.

Kingpin frowned, a nameless unease rising in his heart. The soft light in the room seemed unable to dispel the gloom in his heart, but instead made the mystery even more intense.

He slowly stood up, walked to the window, and drew back the heavy curtains to let in the soft light of the New York nightscape.

The towering buildings and dimly lit streets formed a stark contrast to the chaos and destruction in my dream.

Kingpin took a deep breath, trying to regain a shred of reason from the silence.

When I opened the book again, I found that I could now understand some of the text that I couldn't understand before.

"Lord of All Changes, do you mean you want me to master these two spells so that I can better carry out the tasks you've assigned me?"

Kingpin's gaze leaped across the pages of the Codex of Destiny. The words that had once been as obscure and difficult to understand as celestial script were now illuminated by some force, gradually revealing the mysteries they carried.

"Mastering magic..."

Kingpin repeated the words in a low voice: the Church of Dagon, with their magic, could take over Hell's Kitchen without a second thought, and force him out.

They didn't even bother to say "get lost," completely ignoring me.

Nothing could be more humiliating than this, but Kingpin had no choice but to endure it. Otherwise, if those magicians came, he wouldn't even be able to commit suicide.

Now, I can also master magic.

He carefully studied the texts he could understand and discovered that there were two types of magic he could comprehend.

One is Tzeentch Blue Flame, a spell that deals direct damage and is often used to inflict fatal fire damage on enemies.

Another type is treacherous speech, which is an ability or spell related to verbal, thought, or mind control. It allows the caster to penetrate the enemy's mind, subjugate the target's body to their will, and thus achieve mind control. It can also be used to create lies and illusions, deceive and mislead the enemy, causing them to make wrong decisions or take wrong actions.

"Lord of Changes, if this is truly your will, then I will obey, and I only hope that you can fulfill your promise."

Kingpin glanced at the Book of Destiny again and spoke to the air, as if making a pact with someone.

(End of this chapter)